beneath the mantle and the face might have been that
of either man or woman. It was terrible in its
solemnity and calm, and its expression was as remote
and mystic as that of Buddha, only more stern.
Also without doubt it was blind; it was impossible
to mistake the sightlessness of those staring orbs.
Across the knees lay a naked sword and beneath the
cloak the arms were hidden. In its complete simplicity
the thing was marvelous.

On either side upon the pedestal knelt a figure of
the size of life. One was an old and withered
man with death stamped upon his face; the other was
a beautiful, naked woman, her hands clasped in the
attitude of prayer and with vague terror written on
her vivid features.

Such was this glorious group of which the meaning
could not be mistaken. It was Fate throned upon
the sun, wearing the constellations as his garment,
armed with the sword of Destiny and worshipped by
Life and Death. This interpretation I set out
to the others.

Yva knelt before the statue for a little while, bowing
her head in prayer, and really I felt inclined to
follow her example, though in the end I compromised,
as did Bickley, by taking off my hat, which, like
the others, I still wore from force of habit, though
in this place none were needed. Only Bastin remained
covered.

“Behold the god of my people,” said Yva.
“Have you no reverence for it, O Bastin?”

“Not much,” he answered, “except
as a work of art. You see I worship Fate’s
Master. I might add that your god doesn’t
seem to have done much for you, Lady Yva, as out of
all your greatness there’s nothing left but
two people and a lot of old walls and caves.”

At first she was inclined to be angry, for I saw her
start. Then her mood changed, and she said with
a sigh:

“Fate’s Master! Where does He dwell?”

“Here amongst other places,” said Bastin.
“I’ll soon explain that to you.”

“I thank you,” she replied gravely.
“But why have you not explained it to Bickley?”
Then waving her hand to show that she wished for no
answer, she went on:

“Friends, would you wish to learn something
of the history of my people?”

“Very much,” said the irrepressible Bastin,
“but I would rather the lecture took place in
the open air.”

“That is not possible,” she answered.
“It must be here and now, or not at all.
Come, stand by me. Be silent and do not move.
I am about to set loose forces that are dangerous
if disturbed.”

Chapter XVI

Visions of the Past

She led us to the back of the statue and pointed to
each of us where we should remain. Then she took
her place at right angles to us, as a showman might
do, and for a while stood immovable. Watching
her face, once more I saw it, and indeed all her body,
informed with that strange air of power, and noted
that her eyes flashed and that her hair grew even
more brilliant than was common, as though some abnormal
strength were flowing through it and her. Presently
she spoke, saying: